Dancing Between the Flips

Lyrics

The ground gives way. Not down. Sideways. The world turns over like a coin in the hand of a god who is bored. The sky is where the pavement was. The first flip catches you mid-stride. The second spills the coffee you aren't holding. The clocktower on Argent Street swings like a metronome for a song that has no time. I check my hands for proof. Six fingers on the left, four on the right, and the thumb is a silver key. I try again, they're normal. It doesn't help. The street sign for the bakery keeps flickering. One moment it says 'Open', the next it says 'Pen'. But there's a breath. A pause. A moment of perfect zero between the lurch and the lift. A beat. So I learned the rhythm. Not with my feet, but with the falling itself. I bent my knees for the ceiling, straightened my back for the floor. A waltz for the up and the down, an equation made of air. This is how you dance between the flips. The woman with the silver hair, she gets it. She pirouettes as her porch becomes her roof. The buildings stop being buildings. They are partners. Their mirrored windows are eyes that see me seeing them. The whole town begins to sway. Not in panic, but in time. You stop fighting the pull. You lean into it. You realize the town is just a page, and someone is turning it. Slowly. Gently. And we learned the rhythm. Not with our bodies, but with the whole silent city. We bent our knees for the new sky, straightened our backs for the old one. A waltz for the streetlights and the stars, an architecture of motion. We were dancing between the flips. And then, no more flips. Just the float. The long, slow, synchronized spin. A kaleidoscope of streets and faces and chimneys breathing smoke rings into a shared atmosphere. We were no longer a town of people. We were a single thought, suspended. A constellation whose stars were doorways. A recursive prayer whispered by the gravity we had tamed. The spin unwinds. The rhythm becomes a quiet pulse in the wrist. The ceiling is just a ceiling again. And the last flip... is just the sound of the world landing softly back in place.